The Agony Of Lovers Burns With The

Flow Down And Down In Always Widening Rings Of Being.

Your Eyelashes Will Write On My Heart The Poem That Could Never Come From The Pen Of A Poet.

Brother, Stand The Pain. Escape The Poison Of Your Impulses. The Sky Will Bow To Your Beauty, If You Do. Learn To Light The Candle. Rise With The Sun. Turn Away From The Cave Of Your Sleeping. That Way A Thorn Expands To A Rose.

The Lovers Of God Never Run Out Of Patience, For They Know That Time Is Needed For The Crescent Moon To Become Full.

I See My Beauty In You.